Life

Stalker

I woke up and went in the living room. Then I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door and a package was there. I picked up the package and brung it in. I say down and opened it. When I opened it there was I doll with creepy looking eyes. I read the note. "I've been watching your family for a long time. I am always watching even when you don't see me. Here's a clue: high school. Don't be surprised when things go missing."

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I stared at the paper. Then I put the doll in the trash along with the paper. I was trying to think who it could be and why the clue is high school. Maybe it was a friend who I didn't befriend. Or maybe a person who likes me. Or not. Then Derrick came down. "Hey, what cha doing?" I took the paper of the trash and gave it to him." He took a few seconds then he got on the phone. "Police officers will be here." I put on a church outfit and dressed Crystal. She knew how to act at a situation like this. I answered the door. "Ok. What's the problem?" Said Officer Crawford. "Well, I was sent a package with a creepy looking doll and this note. Here." I handed him the note. "Is there a person in high school that you didn't like or like someone's heart you broke." "I don't think so. Derrick do you no anyone?" I asked. "Umm, yes they're is. His name's Jordan Prod. He liked her and I went out with her. He got mad and we always pulled pranks on either. Then one day he told me he will get his revenge." He said. "Why don't you find him and apologize daddy." Crystal suggested. "It's not that easy. He has a temper." He said. "We'll find out all we can. What's his name?" Officer Crawford asked. "Jordan Prod." Derrick said. They left and Crystal decided to clean up her room. "I'm going to my parents." I said. "To check on them." "Me too. Crystal, come on. We're going to grandpa and grandma house. Crystal ran downstairs. I drove and clutched the wheel tightly. When I got there. I said I wanted to go alone. I opened the door. "Mom, dad. It's Chyna! Mom! Dad!" I ran upstairs. I checked their room and I saw them dead. My mom with scissors on her throat and my dad with a knife in his chest. I cried. Derrick came upstairs. And Crystal downstairs. I fell on my knees. "I'm gonna kill that dusty bastard! He did this! He better hope that he is hiding in a good place! I swear I will get him." I cried some more. "Look another note. It says, 'Yup, I did this. Tell your wife till come by Brooklyn st." I got up and said" I'm going to Brooklyn Street. I don't care. But I'm going prepared." "No you're not. Not alone." " It's ok. I'll go. Protect Crystal." I kissed him, took a knife and drove off. In a few minutes I was at Brooklyn Street. I stood there and took a breath. "Hi, Chyna. How ya feeling?" Jordan said. "Don't play innocent you know what you did. And for that I will slit your throat!" I yelled. "China,dear, you have really worked up a temper. I did what I did because I love you! And that day you broke my heart, I wanted you to have bad luck. Man I love you more than he would ever! So I will leave your family in peace, if you be my bride." "Actually, no. I think I'd rather die than marry a bastard." I said. "Wish granted." He pulled out a gun and tried to shoot me. But I ducked. I took pictures and drove off. Then I went to the police station. I showed them all the pictures. Then they looked him up. "He broke out of jail a few weeks ago." I left and went home. Then I told Derrick all about it. He asked me a few million questions. I answered most of em.